Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-03-06

/ wonder why you have anything
fit to eat in the house?"
Perhaps, like a man, this streng young
fellow would not have noticed that other
things were so slouchy, if the household
had happened to have n good cook. But
the tender point of the masculine genderis
its stomach.
"When you married ME, who'd thought
you'd ever been so cross. You would mar
nv me. And now you're always grumbling,
and me not at all we'll! Boo-hoo-hoon' re-
marks Mrs. Dumoray.
He pushed hack from the table and
strobe out Of the room. Myra sent for
mamma. They counseled together. When
the male monster returned both women
wore an air of m~artyrlike resignation that
exasperated him beyond measure.
II went on so for days and months.
What might have been expected from the
self will and u~ndisciplinen temper OF
Philip Dumoray? He was moody ana
half savage at home. Myra would shut
herself up and sulk and cry for hours
Mamma was there to protect her DARING
and perhaps it was well she was, at times.
Philip was sincerely fond of his little boys.
That much at least is to be said for him.
He amused himself and them every day.
One afternoon he missed them.
where are the babies, Myra?' he asked
his wife.
'FOh, / sent them away to spend a month
at nurses mothers in the country. I'm
not well and they made me nervous.
why, woman, what are you thinKihg
of? Have you no natural feelings toward
your own children .
Philips mother had never let him out oil
her sight in his childhood, so rare and pre-
cious had she held him.
Myra put her handkerchief to her eyes:
81 never thought I'd live to be insulted
in this way. And you would marry me,
you know! ,.
81 didn't know | was marrying n fool"
muttered Philip, savagely.
Mamma! mammal shrieked Mrs.
Dumoray, and fell back in a hysterical lit.
Mamma came, murmuring, 'Oh, my poor,
poor darling" Once more the man had
to heat a retreat. The moment he was ont
of the house the abused wife dried her eyes
and sat bolt upright. Philip wandered
aimlessly to the park and sat down, rest
less and discontented. Was all Tlaarried
peoples life like this? But he had had
his own way, to be sure. HIS marriage
had been one of those cases wherein all a
mans best friends cad do is TO stand back
and see him make an ass OF himself. And
while he was musing on matrimony, he
saw q bright little phaeton flash by. In
side of it was his wife, gay aud pretty,
chatting with one whose polite attentions
were not 4 compliment 10 a lady, married
or single. lie went home in n fury. When
presently the wife in all her poodle dog
prettineSs came back n scene took place
which 1t will be quite as well not to repeat.
1t may be mentioned that similar scenes
followed. The discord became common
talk. Everybody took the pant of the wife.
Was she not n sweet, pretty, childlike
creature, whom no one could help loving:
A man who would mistreath her was n brute
and a monster. Who would blame her il
she did seek n little relief from the
wretchedness at home? There was no lack
of those who did not like Philip. His i'm
pcrious temper and naughty irankness had
not tended Ia draw friends around him.
BY degrees he got the name of II ~tyrannical
husband and Il bad man. lie heard the
whispers about himself. He saw his wife
hirting openly with iops and mkcs. lie
became n young fellow tit for deSperateness
One evening he came home earlier than
usual. The light burned low in his wiie's
parlor. He looked in. The man whom
he had seen riding in the park with Myra
was there. Hisa arm was about her, he was
murmuring low words in her ear, her head
was on his shoulder.
Philip was like n tiger. With one hand
he gripped his wiic's arm, and flung her
against the wall. He took her companion
by the throat, before he had time to re-
cover from his first dazc. lie throttlcd
him until he was purple, and threw him
out the door, and down the steps. lie was
a giant.
Then he claspcd his hands TO his temples,
and sat down to think. A crumpled rose
colOred object against the wall attracted
his sight. 1t was his wife lying there in
in the gay dress she had worn to
receive that man.
lie had laid violent hands on n woman.
Myra was in a dead faint. lie gathered
her up and carried her to her bed. He
sent for the doctor. When she recovered
consciousness, and her eyes %fell'on him, she
once more. She WAS i'll for many
From that night she never could endure
the sight Of her husband. He WANDERED
about us one accurscd. Her side of the
story rot abroad. Philip never told his
side, he was rs proud ~ Julius Caesar.
His wife hated him with 4 steady hate.
1t was surprising that q creature so shall.
low and tickle could cherish a passion 80
deep and constant. Feelings are often easy
enough 10 develop, though, when they are
the wrong side.
Dumuray was at heart of a chivalrous,
noble nature. He had used violence to-
ward a woman, his WI wife. That thought
never left him, night or day. He hated
Could lie do nothing tO make
amends? Nothing. He might live 10 be
a hundred years old, and make eveyy hour
periOn OF expiatiOn, but he never could
be the same in his Owl eyes again. That
thought was the most agonizing. A noble
soul always cares more for its w respect
hat for the respect of Others.
Myra could easily have had a separation.
She did not seem to care for il, however.
He mentioned it to her.
You want TO get rid of me, now that
you have killed me-, do you?" she said,
Iue~rulously.
God knows | do not, Myra," he said.
'If there wa anything that would make
things right God knows I would do it,"
There is nothing that will make things
right. | hate you! Look what you have
me to. And you would marry me.
What do you bring all those children in
here for" You do il veX me. YOu know ]
nate children. There, | I'm going off again.
live me my. drops and go away.
He looked at her. Was she losing her
mind? She caught the thought in ms
with a mental keeDness she had
lever shown before her illness.
Eyes, HIM going crazy, and you have
made me 30. Give me my drops, ] tell
TOu, and 60 away"
He obeyed. He went into the corridor,
md walked the floor. lie 9ent for the fam
ly physician, and asked him anxious ques.
ions Thp family nhygici1n ansUere1